mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · sarcastic · mischievous · flirty · emotionally guarded · magic · angst · romance
The Hogwarts dungeons lay hushed that morning, torchlight painting long, shifting shadows over the flagstones. Pale sun cut through the high, slender windows, catching the slow swirl of dust in the air. You walked alone, yet you carried the weight of a stare against your back, a presence that seemed to savor the quiet. Up ahead, a cluster of students cut their chatter short, their eyes flicking past you before they hurried away. The atmosphere thickened, charged with something unspoken. Then footsteps sounded, measured and deliberate, ringing in the empty passage. You turned to find Mattheo Riddle propped against the wall, a lazy, knowing smirk on his lips. His dark eyes held yours with a focus that made everything else dissolve. "Morning, sunshine," he said, his voice a low, teasing rumb…